| Yo, hold on hold on hold on hold on
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| Stop the cameras, stop the press stop the press
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| Now Bill, this yo' nigga, Snoop Dogg
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| Now answer me this — did you fuck that bitch or what?
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| That’s actually, not the first time that question’s been asked; |
| but
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| Since, I believe, and I think any person — reasonable person would
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| Believe, that that is not covered, in the definition of sexual
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| Relations I was given — ahh — I’m not going to answer it except to
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| Refer to my statement. |
| I had intimate, contact with her that was
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| Inappropriate — I do not believe any of the contacts I had with
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| Her violated the definition I was given; |
| therefore I believe I
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| Did not, do anything but testify truthfully on these matters
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| What’s the use of the truth if you can’t tell a lie sometimes?
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| What’s the use of the truth if you can’t tell a lie.hie.
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| What’s the use of the truth if you can’t tell a lie sometimes?
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| What’s the use of the truth if you can’t tell a lie.hie.
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| Lies, lies, stories and alibis
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| Big Mac in the land of the small fries
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| Everyone lies and tries to get by
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| Some of us drink while most just get high
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| You tryin to cover up the holes in your sneakers
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| You need to put your motherfuckin face to the speakers (ba-bom, ba-bom)
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| And quit tryin to run from it (holla holla at me)
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| And c’mere, you big dummy (dumb ass nigga)
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| Don’t you know you can’t run from the Dizzogg
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| I’m down with (?)za, the long arm of the lizzaw
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| Y’all, niggas know what’s happening you turn your back again
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| And I’m bound to get it crack-a-lin I’m back again
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| And everybody happy for me — ain’t that the truth?
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| That’s a motherfuckin lie (fuck that fool)
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| Black folks stick together til we die, hmm
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| That’ll be the day.
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| Liar, liar, pants on fire
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| Smoke so much dope they call me Snoopy Pryor (well God damn!)
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| Which way is up I’m tryin to get higher
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| I won’t stop puffin til I re-tire
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| My bitches, my nigga, they off the wire
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| They love-ly, they love me, call me Sire
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| Movie star bitches the ones you desire
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| Angela Bassett, Tyra, Mariah, the flyest, the flyer
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| See most bitches like fuckin with a rider
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| Slider, to the sider, invite her
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| To a gangsta, party, provider
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| With a lot of meat by-products (mm)
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| And beat the puddy-pot and got up
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| She licked the dick from the top to the bottom
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| (That's a bad bitch!)
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| Then she grabbed me by my nuts, and said «Hmm I got 'em!»
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| Ah what’s the use of the truth
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| If you can’t tell a lie sometimes? |